The Professor And The Madman Novels & Stories

Maddox says with a smile, but there's nothing sweet about it. "I'm sorry, boys. It's not your decision to make," The professor says. "It's a mandate from the academy." After he's done making the announcement, he returns to his desk at the corner of the field. I walk up to where the professor is sitting. He seems like the only one who can help with answers to my unending questions. "Professor—" "Billy." "Billy, thank you for... earlier on. I don't know what happened, but... this whole thing has been a terrible mix-up. Could you help me out of here, please? Or just mix one of your spells and explain why the hell I'm here.

I almost smiled at him but I caught myself before I could do that. “As I was saying, before I was interrupted," the man started, staring directly at me, “my ways of teaching are quite different from anything you're used to. I tend to get.. intense, at times. For those who just joined us, my name is Professor Matthews and I would be taking you Advanced Literature. Brace yourselves, guys, because there is no room for slackers in any class of mine.” All through his teaching, I was unable to take my eyes off of him. He had a way of capturing people's attention and he could have had mine all day without any interruption.

The lover even expressed mild regret that Conrad, the ‘annoying baggage’, had survived. Charlie’s mother, though shocked, did not confront her lover directly. She even helped manage the aftermath, only lightly forbidding him from harming Conrad further. Conrad knew that the cruel man would show no mercy and that his mother could not truly protect him. After deliberately enduring a three-day fever soaked in cold baths, the former top student of the Boyds became a seemingly mad little boy, scattering food with every meal. For fifteen years, he feigned madness. He understood all too well: with only the fragmented conversations he overheard as a child, without concrete evidence, he could never e

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.

He seemed like the outdoorsy type, with lightly tanned skin. He can be our cowboy, I’ll ride him anywhere, anytime, Maya murmured. I watched, stupefied, as he unloaded a satchel at his desk at the front of the room. His desk. He’s the professor. The hot one Ally was drooling over last night. And now Maya is drooling over him too. I’d be willing to bet the professor at the front of the room was the subject of a lot of fantasies. I’d never had a fantasy about any of my teachers before, not even that music teacher. I never really fantasized about anyone except TV superheroes. And even then….

The students finally managed to separate them and just then, other professors came in, yelling at him for being so inconsiderate. He left the class in a hurry, his mind spinning with different thoughts. He hated what he was turning into but he couldn't help it. It felt like he was losing his mind, all because he needed to fuck. “Damnit, man, what's the problem? You're not like this.” Mason, his pal and fellow professor said, following him and he rubbed his face in frustration. “I don't fucking know either! I'm gonna go see the doctor.” He replied and without asking, Mason followed him.

He pouted in mock hurt but allowed himself to be led out, they were a few feet from the exit when a chilling voice called out, "Miss Greenley?" She froze almost instantly, wishing upon everything that it was an illusion. That the man she currently felt like murdering...and fucking wasn't calling her right now, But it seemed she had run out of luck when his voice called again, "Miss Greenley, a word please?" Maya clenched her teeth and steeled her gaze, glancing at Jason who looked confused as hell before turning back to the professor, whose deep black eyes were watching her carefully. "Would it be alright if I spoke to you for a minute? Alone?" He asked, tilting his head.

“Someone might get the wrong idea.” He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting. “What if I want them to get the wrong idea?” I swallowed hard. “Then you should probably work on your timing, Professor. I’m still on the clock.” That earned me a quiet laugh, deep and genuine, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. “All right,” he said finally, straightening. “But I’ll try my luck again once you’re off the clock.” And just like that, he turned and followed his group toward the elevator, leaving me staring at the lobby doors like an idiot.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

he said as if he were reading my mind. “Holy shit,” I mumbled, tightening my hold on the cup. “Well…let’s get this show on the road. As you know, I am Professor Elias Grey, and it seems there has been some sort of…improper pairing. My wolf and I recognized us as mates, but nothing will come of it,” he insisted. A brow slid to my hairline. “Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.”